Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.